I used to think I could understand everything and express everything. Or almost everything. I remember when I was writing my book about the war in Af… - Svetlana Alexievich

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I used to think I could understand everything and express everything. Or almost everything. I remember when I was writing my book about the war in Afghanistan, Zinky Boys, I went to Afghanistan and they showed me some of the foreign weapons that had been captured from the Afghan fighters. I was amazed at how perfect their forms were, how perfectly a human thought had been expressed. There was an officer standing next to me and he said, "If someone were to step on this Italian mine that you say is so pretty it looks like a Christmas decoration, there would be nothing left of them but a bucket of meat. You'd have to scrape them off the ground with a spoon." When I sat down to write this, it was the first time I thought, "Is this something I should say?" I had been raised on great Russian literature, I thought you could go very very far, and so I wrote about that meat. But the Zone—it's a separate world, a world within the rest of the world—and it's more powerful than anything literature has to say.

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About Svetlana Alexievich

Svetlana Alexandrovna Alexievich (born May 31, 1948) is a Belarusian investigative journalist and prose writer. She is the recipient of the 2015 Nobel Prize in Literature.

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Native Name: Святлана Аляксандраўна Алексіевіч Сьвятлана Аляксандраўна Алексіевіч
Alternative Names: Svetlana Aleksievich Svetlana Alexandrovna Alexievich Svetlana Aleksievič Svyatlana Alyaksandrawna Alyeksiyevich Sviatlana Aleksievich Svyatlana Alyeksiyevich Svetlana Aleksiyevich
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My teacher, Ales Adamovich, whose name I mention today with gratitude, felt that writing prose about the nightmares of the 20th century was sacrilege. Nothing may be invented. You must give the truth as it is. A "super-literature" is required. The witness must speak. Nietzsche's words come to mind – no artist can live up to reality. He can't lift it. It always troubled me that the truth doesn't fit into one heart, into one mind, that truth is somehow splintered. There's a lot of it, it is varied, and it is strewn about the world.

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Twenty years ago, we bid farewell to the “Red Empire” of the Soviets with curses and tears. We can now look at that past more calmly, as an historical experiment. This is important, because arguments about socialism have not died down. A new generation has grown up with a different picture of the world, but many young people are reading Marx and Lenin again. In Russian towns there are new museums dedicated to Stalin, and new monuments have been erected to him. The “Red Empire” is gone, but the “Red Man,” homo sovieticus, remains. He endures.

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